Lyrics:
Whenever you empty your grip, dip
And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is
and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em
I'm a drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater
It's gonna happen by itself
How you ever gonna know unless you give it a try
I dare you to just let it go
I bet ya turn into a wild animal
All I
what you drive
Them crackers in the bank don't give a fuck if you live
No affense, but y'all just gotta know that its tense
I'm energized everytime I
taste them one by one
The crackers he lays in your hand.
the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
To curse the crafty bird
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you
allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique
All the flowers fade
And all the stars pale
As this bitter beauty
Grabs you by the tail
How long will you hesitate?
Halfway up the trail
Yes,
Glock be flirtin'
Be careful where you stay, I left my prints, stay nervous
Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh
When one of these crackers get brave
""Hooray!""
Cuz PB and the J
Is how we're gonna play
Hey, Lucky, what's happenin' man?
I'm likin' what you’re biting man
I'm fascinated by your choice
there's no hope them crackers take us for jokes They laugh at us when we successful they mad at us Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits And cops passing
the cracker rapper or the Apple store
You would think I'm Cinderella's prince,
cause I'm going door to door with the pump
If the shoe fits let it ring, street
to the script
Told them crackers that you don’t know shit
Everybody hating but I don’t even care
Top of the game no one else there
Two of a kind we a perfect pair
around the block 'fore I find him (wait)
I found the beat, duckin' these crackers, I feel like Bin Laden
I wish that my bitches had better timin'
Some
i dont want the K if that bitch come with a stock
Im tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round an round like im
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
superman on these beats
My flow is Christopher, B.I.G. Rios and Reeves
I’m in a league all by my lonely the only one bringing heat
I’m spitting fire on these
was all that
Had me off in the back with Jim and Jack
Knew I'd grow up to be him
By the time I was 12 drinkin' vodka and gin
Throwin' rocks
that I'm on a different plane
If you step to me wrong I'm a have to show you I'm the man
I'm Lil Wyte the motherfucking drunk n cracker sippin the blue
your thang, go and get off Buck
Them crackers had you locked up in chains
For a minute we thought we lost Buck
I've been right here by them bands, bitch
shucking and
Cause I ain't jiving
Some of these crackers won't stand beside me
And cause I ain't killing
And don't support pimping
Some of these niggas wanna
feeder, heat seeker, wants a fat feud
Brewed by the lack of manners, cabin crackers
The little factors that matter scatter
All over the tracks
Pitter patter
of brothers get popped, we pourin' Hennessy
And God forbid a nigga get locked, 'cause there ain't ten of me
Diez, buenos dias to senoritas
We movin' units by
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